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The A Train is an ant trail 1000 years in the making
Underwater, safely guarding the bread crumbs and press clippings.
And the worker, worker, worker bees
They buzz and buzz up tall, tall trees
While the painter bees and the poet bees defend their rights to knotholes (and potholes)

And when all of the bread crumbs get swept under rugs
Gotham Forest got no people, just a bunch of bugs.

From the Dutch to Double Dutch to going dutch in Cobble Hill
Just a bunch of fancy lunchers with their heads all full of swill
While the ants trudge like an army to the edge of fiscal cliff
The forest has always been a matter of when
And not a matter of if.

And when all of the bread crumbs get swept under rugs
Gotham Forest got no people, just a bunch of bugs.